Creative Arts

Lyrics:

​​Verse 1

I love to see my people living in love I hate to see them fighting and swimming in blood Nuff neglect the farming the scorning in the mud Yet they want to be the first to reap the fruit as it bud...OHHH! They fill the earth with prison church and whore house Love the rum bar yet them hate the pure house Dem take the microchip and now a wrath a pour out Less food more drought and more mouth... ohhh Chorus: Rasta tell dem all the while Stop war and go till the soil Stop fighting for land and oil Fi di coil so many go defile Slave master spit inna dem face dem tek dat wit a smile Di banks of the nile so mild and so fertile acres more than a zillion mile People acting vile pick up cannibal style wah devour mama papa and child... ohh

 

Verse 2

Sew life seed it and mek it buss her dem sey dem ting dem tek too long fi grow and start to cuss her I couldn't trust some of those as how I trust her Such is life dem say ah just her I see Cassia Heights weh dem call di squater land Some sey fi government some sey fi Mathalon Still no wan share although dem got alot ah land Dem wan fi turn a gun range and shotta land

 

Chorus: Rasta tell dem all the while Stop war and go till the soil Stop fighting for land and oil Fi di coil so many go defile Slave master spit inna dem face dem tek dat wit a smile The banks of the nile so mild and so fertile acres more than ah zillion mile The people acting vile pick up cannibal style wah devour mama papa and child

 

Verse 3

Politician ah talk certain tings dem nah mention Sey ah drugs and gun people tax money spend pon Come wit plastic smile and dem wicked intention Inna ya hand a where dem put dem evil invention Turn gun model seeking attention See it deh now ya dead and it is no redemption Parents ah wonder where to get the first cent from To bury the dirt dem not even got pension Chorus: Rasta tell dem all the while Stop war and go til the soil Stop fighting for land and oil Fi di coil so many go defile Slave master spit inna dem face dem tek dat wit a smile Di banks of the nile so mild and so fertile acres more than ah zillion mile The people acting vile pick up cannibal style wah devour mama papa and child

 

Verse 4

I love to see my people living in love I hate to see them fighting and swimming in blood Nuff neglect the farming scorning the mud Yet they want to be the first to pick the fruit as it bud... ohh they turn the earth inna prison church and whore house Love the rum bar but they hate the pure house Dem take the micro chip and now a wrath a pour out Less food more mouth and more drought Chorus: Rasta tell dem all the while Stop war and go till the soil Stop fighting for land and oil Fi the coil so many go defile Slave master spit inna dem face dem tek dat wit a smile Da banks of the nile so mild and so fertile measures more than ah zillion mile People acting vile dem pick up cannibal style wah devour mama papa and child!!